When the price is right...

*Qanik* · 12-09-2013, 09:15 AM

Qanik trotted along, stopping occasionally to sniff at the ground or the air for the scent she was following. She was by no means a tracker - in fact she had very little ability in it at all compared to most wolves. She was, however, still a wolf and the instinct was still there, so while the going was slow she was still able to follow the trail. When she'd parted ways with Aislin, it had been with the understanding that she'd be finding the darker wolf again to attempt to join this... Ludicael pack, but the finding part had proved a little difficult for the older wolf. She didn't know the area well enough to just travel there directly, either.

The sound of Aislin's short howl caught her attention. Well, that would certainly cut down the time it would take. Qanik broke into a lope, making a bee-line for where she'd heard the howl from. Not long after, a second howl rose into the air, further cementing her theory that Aislin had moved along with her plan, and giving her a better idea of where to go.

She broke through the trees to see a trio of wolves. Her eyes quickly took in the details - Aislin, as she'd thought; a silvery-eyed ivory female with raven feathers, of all things, embedded in her tail; and an imposing-looking female with a fiery pelt and odd markings. The unknown two must be Ludicael pack members.

Qanik came to a stop quickly and immediately bowed her head in respect to the two Ludicael, hoping they wouldn't be startled by her unexpected appearance. She stole a look at the only one she actually knew. "Aislin," she rumbled in greeting. "Am I interrupting?"

Though she had made the decision that she would join the pack, if they would have her, she was uncertain of her welcome in the conversation. Some packs seemed to get a bit twitchy about rogues showing up unannounced.

Speech,

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